The Bea hive

Beatrice Young White 1932 ~ 2017

Everybody passed through
The Bea hive
She thrived

On taking stragglers in
When
Now and then
Friends

And family alike
Who might

Fall on hard times
For no rhyme

Or reason
Any season

Be it Summer
Winter
She sent

her sons to open wide
And inside

One and all could come
And join

Her and her eight
She set you straight

When you spent
Your stent,

At the Bea hive

In loving memory of my aunt Bea

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